Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause I'm to rip this Psalm When the mic is gripped my do split up like Bombs from
'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or Lyrics I lick my tongue And I nymn with my teeth This lyrical you can't stop this from the West Indies
You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words and broken up In these and scrolls that I unfold The knowledge I use does make me The in my system
itself and becomes wisdom Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, of steel pan and Calypso Cyop is a buck and a buck is a That's the real thing and a natural fact
This lyrical man you can't me back From the red, the white, and also the Island, which is my land, my place of You can by the tongue that's swung
And the structure in me verse So all don't cross this border 'Cause by now you should sort of wise but now I despise
All that's out of order Don't try to test any of the 'Cause I'm not done with the boxin' The beatin' and the
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
You two-facety, you can't me And my you'll bite and learn Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical just like a bookworm Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them
That me big 'boutcha under roots and And the bad in the pen Because I grip the mic (Yes, man) All MC's do stop yes and hush
Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I With lyrical styles of such And if I do unleash a lyrical Lyrics never cease, then a piece unleash and make it brief
Please don't yes or thief C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage And drop rhymes just the
Quote for quote, for note, did you comprehend So jack it up and it up operator Wheel and come 'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic and sound like wanna-be's
But a not what I want to be See the have to be The true prophets Free to FU-Schnick prophecies
We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do I'm not faking Jamaican, so all you better run Because Mr. FU man a come
And me sitdong pon de sitdong pion de vibes A de don True me full up a and me wicked and wild peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb
And it in a noun Uno give I and I respect When this I come out
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three Come me POC FU's the rough-neck and I'm the wild Apache See I'm the C the H the I the P
Down the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the I preach and teach and all ghetto youth about unity
But wait, let me get set not to But to get something All MC's come out with styles And all of them do great
But ring the alarm and don't calm Because I won't lyrical styles that I compile To and teach and educate me, a new jack brother (Who's that)
When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and Yes and who hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect So just pack up your lyrics are weak when you speak
Don't step so just back up, wake up, off the make-up The mic I'll break up MC's from limb, slim me trim You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't no pattern
So take to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought Which was to one and another All slack MC's better the alarm In other words, run for